Trae went over to the man’s flatbed and did some major repairs. He added some crystals to the batteries and replaced the blown tyre with a spare bef...re adding a general repair spell.They asked the man about the roads to Hilton and he told them that of late, the road crews seem to have gotten scarcer, and the roads had deteriorated. He said a lot of the services normally paid for by their taxes seemed to have dried up of late and Hilton had very high unemployment.He mentioned that he had no idea. When he withdrew, one of his friends took over, r****g me savagely then his other friend, a guy with a really huge cock, buggered me hard When they had finished, my hole was on fire and it dripped spunk. They dragged me to my feet, while André used one rope to tie my wrists together, his friends tied ropes to my ankles and fastened the other ends to the bases of other trees so that my legs were spread wide. As André threw his rope up over a branch and stretched me tight, I could see that 7 or 8. “„Was heißt das gebraucht?“ fragte ich„Na gebraucht, den hat schon jemand getrunken.“„Und dann soll ich ihn aus dem Mund schlürfen?“„Nein das andere Loch.“ sagte Alvaro. „Meine Schwester trinkt für dich den Champanier und gibt ihn dir dann gebraucht.“„Und ich darf dabei zusehen?“„Na klar. Du kaufst ihr eine Bottel Champanier und zahlst ihr noch zwanzig Euro und dann bekommst du das.“Das war verlockend. Ich habe gezahlt und Alvaro sagte, ich soll in die Ecke mich setzen. Er schickt mir gleich. I recognized them as some of my dad’s security people from the Marlfield mansion.I asked, “Hey, boys. Who all’s here?”The black man who was the larger of the two responded, “The Master, The Mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Connor, Mr. Cord, Mr. Lexington, Mrs. Broth...”“Mr. Cord? What’s he look like?” I asked, having never met the man who was my father’s childhood friend and one of his groomsmen.Neither of the two doormen bothered to answer since they knew I would just peek at the image forming in their.